When young my thinking was bold,
now I'm afraid it's just old.

Use to skip, run and jump,
now can barely step over a stump,
my body feels like a big lump,
which makes me act like a grump.

If only youth wasn't wasted on the young,
our bodies should stay as sharp as our tongue.

The older we are the wiser we are,
but our bodies grow frail and aren't up to par.

I believe it's all backwards, this aging bling,
when we mature is when we should want to dance and sing,
instead of grow slower like some old worn out thing.

Some say any day above ground when old, is a good day,
yea, bet its young folks who say that, what do they know anyway?